Fresh Squeezed

I shuffle across the carpet in my loafers
Brought some water to a boil, at low heat
I made some eggs and burnt 'em all
My OJ was fresh squeezed, baby

I stepped outside to see about the weather
And the sun was coming up, so sweet
Even though my breakfast tasted bitter
My OJ was fresh squeezed, baby

I just got to know
Myself a bit better and
I'll never be a Rolling Stone
Guess it seemed a little far to go

Ride across my street beside the dumpster
A drifter and a drunker talked it out
So I inclined to take some time
And eavesdrop for a while as their voices rose to a shout

They said, how come the sun ain't shining
On everything (how come that sun don't shine)
How come we're not invited
Well, it's too much for me

Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
How long must I take it in stride
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
I'll be the same until I die

I just got to know
Myself a bit better and
I'll never be a Rolling Stone
Guess it seemed a little far to go

I just got to know
Myself a bit better
I'll never be a Rolling Stone

Oh yes!